She nodded, biting her lower lip.
His fingertips rested against her, not moving. He brushed his lips over hers. Then he licked the corner of her mouth, teasing her with a light touch.
“Please,” she panted.
“Please what?”
She groaned, unable to articulate her desires.
He slid his fingertip through her wetness, up and down in slow strokes. “This?”
She widened her stance a little, rocking her hips in invitation. He thrust his tongue into her mouth and slipped his finger inside her. She gasped at the intrusion, though it felt good. Her body accepted him greedily, with slick moisture and snug heat. He alternated between stroking her in slow circles and dipping his finger inside her. She stood on tiptoe and clung to his shoulders, trembling. Her heart thundered in her chest as she strained toward release.
Almost there.
He whispered something in her ear about wanting to taste her. When he took her earlobe between his teeth and flicked his tongue over it, petting her slippery bead at the same time, she flew over the edge. She came with a sharp cry, her legs buckling from the intense pleasure.
He didn’t take his hand out of her pants until she opened her eyes. Then he kissed her flushed cheek and removed his fingers, shiny with her arousal.
Instead of wiping them on his pants, he sucked the moisture away.
She watched him with an embarrassed sort of satisfaction. He was very good with his hands. She imagined he’d be even better with his mouth. She liked his hard face, his mustache stubble, his rough-soft voice, his California accent. She liked the way he kissed, and the dirty things he said.
He glanced around again to make sure they were alone. It occurred to her that she should cover herself, but she didn’t move. Her eyes traveled down his torso, to the straining erection at the front of his pants. She liked that too. She’d enjoyed wrapping her fingers around him and stroking him to completion. She wanted to do it again.
“¿Quieres…?”she asked, lifting her gaze to his.
“No,” he said shortly. With a wince, he lowered himself to a sitting position, resting his shoulders against the concrete wall. His erection didn’t flag. He was uncomfortable, and unwilling to accept her help.
Damn him.
He’d done that on purpose. He’d given her pleasure and refused to take his own.
She fixed her clothing and sat down beside him, mind reeling from the encounter. She felt selfish and wanton for begging him to finish her. Something else was bothering her too. Her body was still inflamed, as if one release wasn’t enough. She shifted her legs, restless.
“You need to get fucked,” he said, not looking at her.
Her cheeks heated at this crude suggestion, though she suspected he was right.
“Foreplay is fun, but nothing beats a good pounding.”
She imagined his finger being replaced by his thick erection and smothered a moan. It would be fuller, heavier, more intense. More satisfying for them both. She was intimidated and intrigued at the same time. “I would like to try this…pounding.”
A muscle in his jaw flexed. “What we just did doesn’t change anything. You’re going home, where you belong.”
She bit back an angry retort. He was a stubborn, overbearing burro. She saw right through him. He wasn’t protecting her. He was protectinghimselfby pushing her away. He couldn’t handle another emotional goodbye.
Fair enough. Neither could she.
“I don’t belong at home,” she said. “I belong with you.”
“Not right now, you don’t.”
“Then when?”
He gave her a measured stare, not responding. He didn’t have to. She read the answer on his face. They were in an impossible situation. She was a Mexican citizen who’d gotten mixed up in a drug cartel scandal. He was an American federal agent looking to salvage his career. This was not a match made in heaven. It was a wildfire raging out of control.
She was too proud to beg, now that her arousal had abated. She didn’t want to cause him any more trouble. Her fantasies of being his girlfriend went up in smoke. They weren’t going to find Sarai together, or live happily ever after. It was time to go their separate ways.
